Deadly Vision

by Kris Norris

  Fallon watched as he distended his tongue and gave her slit a long, slow lick. Her stomach fluttered and a warm tingle raced down her spine.

  “Umm. Delicious. I think I’d like some more.” Gil dipped down and Fallon couldn’t stop another moan from slipping from her lips. Gil smiled against her skin, lapping again at her sex. “See, darling. Playing is half the fun.” He nodded towards the wooden side table. “Do you still keep your toys in the drawer?”

  She glanced over at the small table, a sense of anticipation building inside her. “Yes,” she replied slowly, locking her eyes back on him. “Why?”

  The grin that lit his face told her everything she needed to know. “Well, darling. I can’t truly play without toys, can I?”

  Fallon barely blinked before Gil had propelled himself off the bed, grabbed the items out of the drawer and reclaimed his spot between her legs. Then he pushed her knees farther back, opening her even wider.

  “That’s it baby. I want you spread nice and wide for me. You know how much I like to watch you.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, hoping the nervous twitch in her stomach didn’t radiate into her voice.

  Gil smiled up at her. “I’m going to make you scream.” He held up her anal plug and a tube of lubrication. “And these are just the right tools for the job.”

  Fallon felt the air leave her lungs and the blood heat her face. Anal sex? No one had touched that part of her since Charlie…

  Gil continued, seemingly unaware of the new tension in her muscles. “You went wild when I put my finger in there earlier. So let’s try something slightly bigger.”

  Fallon watched, spellbound, as Gil held up the plug and applied a long, thick line of gel down the length. Cream slipped from her pussy, tickling the inside of her thighs as he prepared the toy, ensuring every inch was covered with the gel. When their eyes finally locked, she could barely breathe past the tightness in her chest.

  “Ready, baby?”

  She nodded, not able to speak without whimpering at the images racing through her mind. She’d often dreamed of having Gil touch her that way again, but she’d never thought he’d actually want to.

  “Lay back, Fallon, and try to relax. This plug is pretty large and based on how tight you were this afternoon, I’ll bet you haven’t been using it too much.”

  She shook her head. Except for her exploits on the couch the other night, she hadn’t used the anal plug since Gil had left.

  “I didn’t think so.” He nodded at her and she relaxed back on the bed. “Now take a deep breath and push the air out slowly.”

  Fallon tried to breathe, but the air just stalled in her chest when she felt the cold press of the plug against her anus. She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering as Gil eased the toy inside her, surging it forward until the base locked against her skin.

  “Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.” He pulled the plug out, leaving only the tip inside before plunging it home again. Her moan echoed in the room, but it seemed so far away. Every sense was already honed to the movement of the plug through her body. The way Gil pumped it in and out, igniting every nerve in her ass. She arched up, needing a release from the pressure building inside her.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “Gil…” Her voice shuddered into a wail as he thrust two fingers into her channel, countering the thrusts to her ass. She bucked against him, taking him deeper, twisting the sheets in her fists. Fire swept through her ass and into her stomach, pluming outwards as her climax drew closer, sending shivers up her spine. Her skin beaded with sweat and her clit start to pulse.

  “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” asked Gil, pressing the plug back inside, the tip pressing against his fingers through the thin barrier of skin. Fallon snapped her head up, locking her eyes on his. Her body was swaying on the edge, ready to explode with just a few more strokes.

  “Damn it, Gil. I need…”

  “I know what you need. But I’ve already told you. Not until I’ve eaten my fill.”

  Fallon screamed at the touch of his tongue against her clit. Her nerves were raw, over-stimulated, and the hard flick of his mouth was more than she could stand. She reached down and wrapped her fingers in his hair, giving it a firm tug as he lapped at her flesh, making her body twitch. Gil moaned at the movement, but continued to lick the juices spilling around his fingers, making it more than obvious her tactics weren’t going to distract him into giving her what she wanted. She cried out, falling back on the bed, as the orgasm began to build again. It was deeper this time, a warm ball in the pit of her stomach that rolled outward, consuming every inch as it flowed through her body. Gil seemed to sense the impending rush, and began moving his fingers again, licking every drop of juice he pulled from her body.

  “Okay, Fallon. No more teasing. Time to come for me, baby.”

  Fallon fought the sensation, knowing she’d be screaming by the time it finally hit, but unable to stop the steady ascent. It pushed her higher, filling her head with a dull pounding sound as the blood seemed to throb in her ears. She felt one last suckle of Gil’s lips against her clit before the world exploded, releasing the fire inside her. It swept across her skin, tingling her fingers as it raced through her body, ending in a harsh cry of Gil’s name.

  “That’s it, baby. Feel it. Let it take you.”

  Fallon twisted on the bed, unable to pinpoint the source of her pleasure. Heat pulsed through her ass, into her womb and then back again, blurring any single point of reference. Her ass clenched around the thick plug as her channel gripped Gil’s fingers, trapping them inside her. His breath feathered over her clit, making it twitch and his head was lodged too far between her legs for her to close them and squeeze some of the feelings away.

  “Gil. Oh God.” The words got jumbled in her head, and her tongue seemed too big in her mouth. She shifted beneath him, but only succeeded in driving his fingers even deeper. A moan filled her chest, but it came out as little more than a sigh.

  “Now that was an orgasm,” he said smugly, slowly pulling his fingers from her body. Fallon tried to close her legs in protest, but he held them firmly apart. “Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”

  She opened her eyes just as Gil came down over her, covering her body with his. He was hot and just the smell of him pulsed the blood in her veins. She needed him. No more games. Gil seemed to acknowledge her need, and made no protest when she wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed the crown inside her, rubbing it against the plug. She looked up, her eyebrow marking her question.

  Gil shook his head, pushing his cock another inch inside her. “I want to leave the plug in, darling. So you’ll be nice and loose the next time. I told you I wouldn’t take you there until I’d prepared you, and this is part of it.”

  Fallon bit at her lip as he pressed further inside her. He felt incredibly large with the plug still lodged in her ass and every inch he claimed seemed to take an eternity. She dropped her knees a bit, opening herself wider, hoping to give him more room. Gil took her gift and surged forward, filling her with his thick shaft.

  “You feel so good. So warm and wet.” He dragged the heavy length of his cock back through her tissues, teasing each nerve as he withdrew from her body. “I could stay inside you forever,” he moaned, slowly pushing back inside, rotating his hips as he locked himself in place. “Spend every moment filling this sweet paradise.” He pulled back and thrust again. “Live on your taste, your smell.”

  Tears burned behind her lids and she fought to blink them away. Gil had always expressed himself during sex, but she knew better than to believe his words. They were spoken during heat and fury, when blood pounded in his veins and the sound of their hearts beating in his ears crushed out the rest of the world. She wouldn’t allow herself to think he meant them.

  Fallon pushed the unsettling thoughts away, concentrating on the easy strokes of Gil’s cock through her channel. He was still going softly, his hips just rocking gently back and forth, as if givi
ng her a chance to gather herself before the real onslaught began. She smoothed her hands across his back, feeling his muscles contract and release with each stroke. It was like touching liquid steel. She moaned, the warm feeling returning.

  “I feel it too, darling. Ready for more?”

  Fallon pulled her head from his neck and smiled at him. “I told you I could take anything you dished out and still beg for more,” she teased, punching her hips up, meeting his next stroke. “So stop worrying and take me.”

  Gil’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then widened as a slow, sly smile spread across his face. He lowered down, and licked her lip. “As you wish,” he whispered, kissing her gently before rising up on his hands. Then he hitched his thumbs behind her knees and planted her ankles on his shoulders. She gasped at the new angle, loving how it drove him deeper, but knowing the intensity would leave her screaming.

  “Damn, you’re tight,” gasped Gil, pushing through her channel. “Tight and wet and all mine.”

  “Faster.” It was all she could say without crying. And if he didn’t start thrusting into her, she knew she’d lose herself in the sensuality of his rhythm, and she couldn’t afford to do that.

  Gil seemed to pause for a moment, as if reading her thoughts, but then picked up his tempo, filling her with strong steady strokes. His crown thickened inside her, pulsing against her womb, igniting each nerve in sequence as it advanced and retreated. The vein on the underside pushed against the plug through her thin membrane, sending shards of fire into her ass. She arched back, anchoring herself on his arms, twisting her hips to meet his strokes, fighting against the climax already building.

  “You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?”

  Fallon stared up on him, watching the edges of his jaw clench. She tightened around him, loving the way his eyes narrowed and a muted moan tore from his chest. “So are you,” she tossed back.

  Gil smiled, lifting her legs slightly higher. “True. So why don’t I give us what we both want.”

  And then he was driving into her, plunging fast and deep, claiming not only her body, but her soul. She cried out, clenching her hands around his arms, digging her nails into his taut flesh. Her release surged through her, catching her by surprise, stealing what strength was left in her body. She screamed his name, felt her body shatter around him, and then darkness.

  Gil shouted as Fallon’s passage clamped around him, gripping him so tightly his orgasm stalled, robbing him of his breath until her muscles weakened, and he came in one hard spurt. He could feel the steady contractions of her pussy along the length of his shaft, coating it with warm, slick juice. He yelled her name, pouring his seed into her channel, knowing her body would take every drop. She was limp beneath him, a contented smile touching her lips as he contracted again, spilling more cum from his cock. His body was locked over hers, his muscles clenched so hard he had to force his arms to relax, allowing him to collapse on top of her. She sighed out a hushed breath, rustling the hairs on his neck as she snuggled into his warm, seemingly unaffected by his weight on her. Gil smiled, but then frowned. What the hell was he doing?

  Hurting the only woman you’re ever love!

  He growled at the righteous voice in his head, kissing Fallon’s forehead as he slowly pulled free of her body. He watched a small pout crease her face before she shifted again and drifted into a deeper sleep. God, she was so damn beautiful he nearly cried.

  Gil cursed and eased off the bed, stumbling his way to the bathroom. He needed to clean himself up and bring a washcloth back for Fallon. Though he knew she’d sleep the night away in his arms, he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable with his seed drying between her legs. And for some reason, her comfort seemed more important than anything else. He shook his head, warming a cloth under the tap when he stole a look in the mirror. His hair was spiked up across his head and there was a small red blemish on the left side of his neck.

  He tilted his head, examining the small bruise. His little vixen had taken quite a chunk out of him. Seems she’d been unable to control herself. He smiled with a sense of male pride and made his way back to the bed. Fallon had rolled onto her side, fanning her hair across her shoulder. He brushed it back from her face, loving the soft feel of it against his fingers. She pressed against his hand, another soft sigh feathering across her lips.

  “Shhh,” he hushed, lifting her leg just enough to ease the cloth between them and soothe the flesh beneath. He moaned as he gently removed the plug, loving how her body clenched around it, begging him to give her more. Even asleep she responded to him. Her nipples tightened as a soft red flush spread across her skin. His cock tightened, but quickly quelled the growing ache. He’d already come twice. She needed to sleep.

  Somewhere in his mind the voice was taunting him about fucking her all night, but it faded as he climbed in beside her, rolling her onto his chest. She moulded perfectly against him and the lump in his throat returned.

  Gil closed his eyes and listened to the soft sounds of Fallon sleeping. How many nights had he laid in his dismal apartment, wishing he could have her just one more time? And yet, as he wrapped his arms around her, he knew he’d never be content with just one night. Hell, a lifetime of nights didn’t seem long enough. But that meant admitting his feelings for her, not only to himself, but to Fallon as well. And he wasn’t quite sure how she’d react. He’d sensed her caution, and he couldn’t blame her. He’d hurt her in more ways than one and trust wasn’t something she simply gave away.

  “Damn.”

  The word was soft and low, but it sounded loud in his head. How could he tell her how he felt when, in her eyes, all he was after was a good hard fuck? She’d been right. He wasn’t trying to break down the walls. And as much as he loved her, he’d only allowed her to scratch the surface of his emotions. Pleasure was easy, but would he let her see more? Pain? Trust? Fear?

  Fallon whispered his name in her sleep and he couldn’t help but draw her closer. She seemed so small and fragile in his arms, and he was reminded of how she’d looked earlier when she’d confessed her darkest secret to him. He sighed and relaxed into the bed. He’d figure it out in the morning, but for now, he’d hold her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Fallon sighed and rolled over in the bed, snuggling beneath the covers. The bed seemed cold and it took her a few moments to realise Gil wasn’t beside her. She pushed herself up, not caring how the blanket slipped down to her waist as she gazed around the empty room. Gil’s shirt she’d been wearing last night before he’d yanked it off her had been hung across the back of a chair and Gil’s clothes were folded across the seat.

  “Gil?” She listened for a reply and only then recognised the distant sound of the shower through the door.

  She tossed the blankets aside and padded over to the closed door, pressing her ear against the cool wood. The steady spray of water filtered through, accompanied by the deep rumblings of a man lost in his own conversation. Fallon smiled. Seems Gil still insisted on talking everything out with himself. If she hadn’t spent the last few days lost in her visions, she would have found the idea of him babbling away to himself amusing. But not now, when the line between psychic and psychotic was growing smaller by the second.

  Fallon sighed and leaned against the wall. She knew Gil would demand more answers today, and she wasn’t sure how to make him believe her. It wasn’t like she could grab his hand and drag him into a vision with her. And she knew anything short of physical proof wouldn’t be enough to sway his judgement. He didn’t believe in psychic powers plain and simple. She doubted even their relationship would be enough to convince him otherwise.

  Relationship. You mean a night of hot sex!

  The cold reality of the statement sank into her soul, even as she turned the handle and eased open the door. It was safer not to allow herself any emotions other than physical pleasure until she figured out if Gil was planning on more than just a quick reunion fuck—a way to help him through the stress of the case. And if he left
once the case was solved, then she’d just go back to her life and…

  “Oh my.”

  The air rushed out of her lungs and the blood drained from her face and into her sex as she caught her first glimpse of Gil in the shower. He was leaning against the back wall, water cascading down his back and across his buttocks. His head was pressed into the tiles and she could see the tension in his muscles. The steamy glass was just starting to blur the edges of his silhouette, but not enough that she couldn’t take in every detail of his body and how it moved beneath the spray. A familiar red haze surrounded her as she moved forward. She walked to the open panel beside the glass partition and stepped inside.

  Gil leaned against the shower wall, his mind lost in thought. He’d spent the better part of an hour lying in the bed, holding Fallon’s gentle weight on his, trying to persuade his body to get up. He needed to talk to the Medical Examiner and go over the crime scene again. Wade had taken his camera back to the office to download the images, and Gil needed to get more information from the CSI gurus before another body was found. The Priest was becoming more violent with every attack and based on the rash of bodies, it wouldn’t be long before it became a nightly occurrence.

  He told me talking to me helps him quiet his demons, so you should get a day or two reprieve.

  Fallon’s words had settled with a thump into his chest and he’d pulled her tighter against his body. He still didn’t know how he was going to breach the subject of her visions, and wondered if leaving before she woke up was a better option. Of course, it wouldn’t go a long way to getting him back into her bed again tonight, but then arguing with her wasn’t going to accomplish much either. He knew from experience, she wasn’t going to be very cooperative about the case, not after the way he and Wade had reacted to her confession.

  He’d sighed and finally eased her away, tucking the blanket around her shoulders as he’d stood beside the bed. She’d looked like a vision herself, and it’d taken more willpower than he’d imagined to drag his ass to the bathroom and turn on the shower. He’d even gone back for one more glance after he’d gathered his clothes from the kitchen and stacked them on the chair. But common sense had finally won out and now he was standing in the shower, the warm water easing a bit of the tension from his shoulders. Just another few minutes and…